The days pass like numbers
on a broken slate
Two times a name
and four times a person
In an instant
it's at large
Pale moonlight
gives it a small break
No time for winter though
and no time for rain
Just believing is difficult
and my heart is racing with problems
Two shades times darkness
Four shades to lightning
My life was at its end...
on a broken slate
Two times a name
and four times a person
In an instant
it's at large
Pale moonlight
gives it a small break
No time for winter though
and no time for rain
Just believing is difficult
and my heart is racing with problems
Two shades times darkness
Four shades to lightning
My life was at its end...
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